Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-02-24

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down into ber little bronze slippers as
she confronted the rows of watery- look
ing moulds.
She flew up stairs and beckoned Lou
from the dining room.
1T won't harden y she whispered,
hoarsely.
what p demanded Lou, startled by
her tragic manner.
The jelly and then Two pairs Of
! slipper heels clicked down the wooden
stairway.
Lou looked and shook her head.
1t must be taken out and melted up,
and more gelatine added, ana more
wine.'
1T ought to be done to day. suggest
ed Mrs. Tom.
Now aid Lou, laconically. You
go and get the wine, and I'll put the
gelatine to soften. Then just before
church III slip out and put it together
again. Yes, know it's Sunday, but
it's got to be done, and III 60 straight
to church from the cellar
Kate laughed, and the programme was
duly carried out.
In the afternoon Mrs. Tom and her
sister-in law were obliged to discuss
the cream question.
'We must have it tonight, or very
early in the morning, said Kate. The
only place know of is down at Sammy
Dumas, over the creek. He keeps
cows and sells cream
'Oh, yes, | know the place. said Lou,
beyond the old mill. I'll take the Chill
dren and walk down there now. Don't
frown, we always 60 for walk, you
know, and I'll tell them Sunday-sc
stories all the way.
And this irrepressible young woman
picked up her hat, calling to the three
young Waltons as she ran down the
steps.
In about an hour the party returned.
They brought some cream, with the
promise of more in the morning, and
they also brought young Doctor Apple
ton. The former was put on the ice,
and the latter on the piazza with Lou
to'entertain him. with Mrs. Tom gave
the children their early supper of bread
and milk.
The shadows were lengthening when
Tom Walton came up the walk.
Kate he said to his wife when she
presently appeared, I've been over to
your Aunt Helen's. She's in bed, try
ing to fight off one of her nervous head.
aches.'
A simultaneous exclamation of dis
may burst from the lips of the two la.
dies.
why, what's the matter p asked
Tom, surprised. Aunt Helen's ner-
vous headaches are not alarming
Il must go right over there , said his
wife, jumping up. 'Doctor,'-a sud-
den thought striking her-'don't you
know of any remedy that will ward off
a regulation nervous headache for a
day ? 1t is positively necessary that
Aunt Helen does not succumb for an
ofbar fuautv four hnprc
oh, positively broke in Lou, who
saw visions of cakeless lunch. There
will be no reward too great for you,
DR.. Appleton, if you can delay this at
tack y
will there not p asked the young
man, quietly looking down at Lou in
way that made the treacherous color
show in her cheeks. IF my cOmpensa-
ton is to be so unlimited he went on,
taking his hat and facing Mrs. Tom at
the foot of the steps, L shall certainly
try for it,
He did not come back. but sent
goodnight by Kate, who reported Aunt
Helen sleeping quietly from th Doctors
potion.
BY ten O'Clock Tom yawned and be-
lieved he would 60 up stairs, and when
he had fairly gone Lou unfolded a
startling sheme.
Kate, we can't depend on your
aunt she began. we may have the
cake 70 make in the morning. At any
rate there's the house to put in order,
the flowers to arrange, the table to lay,
The Salad to make-ahd noon comes
soon. If you help me little I'll make
the ice cream to night, and then in
the morning it will only he a question
OF twenty minutes to re-pack it. Sun
day really ends at sundown, you know,
and besides. we've been so wicked all
day about this dreadful luncheon, lit
tie extra back sliding wont make much
difference
Two hours later Tom Walton, a
reused by heavy thud-thud opened
his eyes. His wire was not at his side,
and the thud. thud came now plainly
from somewhere at the back of the
house. Thoughts of burglars, mid
.n.l1E Il